Poetry Is Language Surprised In

When You Look Back On A Lifetime And Think Of What Has Been Given To The World By Your Presence, Your Fugitive Presence, Inevitably You Think Of Your Art, Whatever It May Be, As The Gift You Have Made To The World In Acknowledgment Of The Gift You Have Been Given, Which Is The Life Itself... That Work Is Not An Expression Of The Desire For Praise Or Recognition, Or Prizes, But The Deepest Manifestation Of Your Gratitiude For The Gift Of Life.

The First Task Of The Poet Is To Create The Person Who Will Write The Poems.

The Poem In The Head Is Always Perfect. Resistance Begins When You Try To Convert It Into Language.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him.

A Longing For The Dance Stirs In The Buried Life.